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Soaked: First in the Chronicles of Soaked	By : wolfkin59 Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1303 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor have I made money from this. It's a GIFT, therefore I'm not getting paid for it. Neither do I own Pat Green's "Wave on Wave" or NIN's "Closer" - though I used bits of their lyrics.

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Soaked: Part VI

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Zack shivered as a hand ran down his side. The contrast between the high-quality satin sheets and work-roughened hands was a delectable feeling, and the puppy was lapping it up. Beneath him, the bed was soft enough to give but firm enough to hold the weight of two people without complaint.
Tseng's tongue flicked up the corded muscle in the SOLDIER's neck to his ear, where the TURK whispered, "How do you want to end the night?"
That voice... The poor puppy didn't know if the tone was getting to him because it was threatening and turned him on...or if he was feeling threatened because he was this hard, this fast. Another shudder rippled up his spine. ...Maybe both. But he managed to gasp out, "Fuck me...'til I pass out...an' lemme stay." Zack Fair had no intention of moving from the side of this incredibly hot wet dream come true.*
A lustful growl rumbled from the Wutaian man as he pulled back, eyes gleaming. "Just remember," purred the TURK, "you asked for it..."
In no time at all, Zack was lost in sensation, feeling nothing but what his lover was doing to him. Lover. Gaia, lovers... He choked back a snort as a voice in his mind that sounded suspiciously like Reno said, Took long enough.
Dark eyes missed nothing, and Tseng took advantage of his lover's distraction to swoop in and lave his way across that lithe, strong chest. His eyes hooded with admiration even as a clouded blue gaze swung to his face. The chest underneath him vibrated on a nearly inaudible moan of want.
"Like that, do you...?" The TURK's voice was a husky whisper, sending a thrill down the SOLDIER's spine.
"Ooooh, fuck yeah..."
Hips jerked, breath whooshed out, and foreheads met. Overcome with emotion because it was finally happening, he was finally with that elusive Wutaian he'd had a crush on for years. Zack almost couldn't believe it. If this is what comes of a night of drinking, maybe I need to get a few tips from Genesis...
Lips usually thinned in concentration or ire were now pressed to a nipple, and it was all Tseng could do not to groan. This puppy is too damn tempting for his own good... And to think it all started because Angeal was busy.
Words were lost after that, because when Tseng started stroking gently but firmly, Zack arched like a bow. The cry he let out was mangled by his teeth catching his lip. Tseng, poor TURK, couldn't hold on to his self-control after that, and let his free hand drift down between the SOLDIER's legs, probing, testing, teasing.
Zack jerked, body unsure which pleasure it wanted more - and Zack was in no shape to choose either. His quivering form pressed pleadingly against ivory skin, and the Wutaian man swore as he moved to the edge of the bed and fumbled for lube in the bottom drawer of the nightstand nearest to the window. Withdrawing the tube, the TURK leaned in for a kiss even as he coated his fingers and slid the first inside.
Stars exploded behind blue eyes. The experience was a supernova, setting off an inferno of need in both men. Tongues fought, lips battled...
Breaking away knowing both of them needed a slight breather, Tseng asked, "Do I need to tie your hands?"
The idea of being helpless** beneath that lithe body, those wiry muscles, that somewhat feral expression of dominance... It turned him on.
"Ohhhh, fuck... Please..." That semi-tanned fighter's body writhed and twisted with lust, dancing below the predatory TURK.
In Tseng's eyes, that feral light gleamed brighter. "I'll take that as a yes," he growled, voice rough with arousal and anticipation. He reached for the handcuffs. "This," he purred lowly, "is a set of specially made handcuffs. They work on humanoid monsters and SOLDIERs alike. You don't want to know what happened after we finished testing them on Angeal."*** Honestly, Tseng didn't either.
Long ebony hair fell as Tseng lowered his head, licking and suckling at his puppy's neck. The hand that wasn't busy preparing his lover slid around to loop the cuffs around the bed frame and closing them over straining wrists. Teeth closed lightly but demandingly over Zack's earlobe.
"You're mine," rumbled the TURK. The smile that came next was more a baring of fangs, daring anyone foolish enough to so much as attempt to separate them.
Zack shuddered, eyes rolling back in his head. His... Oh, hell yeah... ...don't let it take another drinking binge to bring about the next round, he pleaded to whomever could possibly have heard his thoughts. "Yours," agreed the SOLDIER, tilting his head further yet to bare his throat again. "Only yours..."
There was a brief pause for a perfect moment, and then suddenly it felt as if someone was pressing buttons on a DVD remote.
Skip.
Fingers inside, pressing deep. Helpless.
Skip.
Nipples twisted, kissed, nipped, licked. Teasing and pleasing.
Skip.
Fingers out, mouth to mouth, no air to breathe. Turned on and HELPLESS.
Skip.
Fingers deep, twisting, stretching. Hot, so hot.
Fast forward.
Skin to skin, tasting. So good, so helpless...
Fast forward.
Fingers pulling out, inner muscles clenching in protest, and suddenly it must have been the good part, because everything flashed to slow motion. That oh, so goodrub of Tseng's length sliding in, the friction, that slight burn that felt all the better because he knew what it was and why it was and, oh, that was the spot!
Later Tseng would credit his TURK observational skills, but the moment he saw those eyelids flutter and those sky blue orbs roll back, he knew he'd hit the jackpot.Bingo. He thrust in again, slowly, taking his time and enjoying the expressions chasing each other across his lover's face.
But the thing about TURKs and SOLDIERs is that they're not pampered; they get the impossible jobs, because they like to play rough. Gentleness is a sign of weakness - and among the ShinRa dogs, weakness begets only death.
Zack whined and yanked at the cuffs, frustrated by the pace. He wasn't some weak pansy, Gaia d*mn it, he was a SOLDIER, and if-
Puppy's getting demanding, thought Tseng. As much as listening to him whimper and bark would be amusing, I can always play more later... He surged forward again, flesh suddenly slap-happy and so hard it was riding the edge of painful.
Oh, goddamn, came Zack's nearly incoherent mental mumble. He keeps goin' like this I'll cum ear-
A deft twist of pale hips and teeth on his neck put paid to that train of thought, and the SOLDIER came unwound. His back arched off the bed, his face contorted, a cry tore from his lips, and his insides cinched tighter yet, clinging to Tseng like a vise.
Tseng didn't have to debate-seeing his puppy cum so hard was a turn-on like no other, but he was too close to the edge.
"Leviathan," hissed the TURK through his teeth, baring his teeth in a snarl as he, too, fell. His hips jerked, a triumphant snarl tried to force its way out of his mouth, and he buried his lips against his lover's shoulder even as he spilled and filled the SOLDIER's insides.
It took more than a moment for any breath to be regained, and Zack was so exhausted he started falling asleep cuffed. Luckily for the puppy, Tseng was not unnecessarily cruel, and removed the handcuffs before grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning them both off. Fastidious nature attended to, he left the wash rag in the laundry basket and joined Zack in bed. And then he smiled softly to himself. "I managed to claim myself a puppy."****
"If you don't shut up and sleep," yawned said puppy, "I'm gonna bite you."
Entangling their bodies was the work of mere moments, and the two slept soundly for the first time in a long time.
Perhaps too soundly.

Reno wasn't sure how the hell he'd lucked out this much, but he was taking this chance and damn the consequences. How often was it a photo op like this happened?
Well, pretty much never. This was a first.
He'd brought the pizza with him, deciding he was hungry and Zack could just pay him back. And then, having entered his Wutaian superior's residence with a spare key he'd lifted at one time or another, had been curious as to why there wasn't even a sound of their voices upstairs. Tseng knew what time TURKs normally got off their shifts.
So imagine his surprise when the redheaded slums child of the TURKs wandered up to what he knew full well was Tseng's room, to find them sleeping so deeply that not even his presence or the touch of another's skin was waking them.
Zack was sprawled across the bed on his back, snoring gently. Good, thought Reno. That'll cover up any sound I make. Next to him, Tseng had one arm across his eyes but the dot on his forehead was showing. Both of them were completely naked, and the blankets had been kicked down and tangled around their feet. Even better, thought Reno. If Tseng wakes up, he'll trip and that'll give me a better lead.
The redhead finished the last bite of pizza in his hand, froze for a second as an idea hit, then grinned.

Tseng woke up to the sound of a camera's flash going off, managed to get his feet on the floor without his brain waking up, tried to chase the camera-bearer, and fell flat on his face. On the bed, Zack jerked awake with a snort and looked around blearily.
"'seng...?"
From the floor, it was dawning on Tseng that there was no longer a warm, comfortable presence pressed against his groin, and Zack's limbs hadn't flopped away when he rose. What in Leviathan's name...? He looked, and there on the bed spread was a piece of pizza. Reno. "Damn..." Knowing there was nothing else to do, the TURK cleaned his lower half of pizza grease and, having dressed shortly thereafter, joined his subordinate downstairs.
"Must you always do such senseless things?" he queried icily.
Reno just grinned. "It was irresistable, yo! Comrades'd never let me live it down if they got wind! And besides, yo," he added with an irrascible wink, "I did think o' your modesty, Dot-man. Your junk was covered."
Not finding a suitably effective way to chastise the exuberant redhead, the Wutaian man settled for saying, "Why the pizza, then, and not the sheets?"
Because it exposed more, yo, thought Reno, but knew better than to say so. "Thought you two could use some food, next time you go down for a drink." And he winked again.
Tseng sighed. While Reno did some of the most irresponsible and downright obnoxious things, he had such charm that he typically emerged unscathed. Well, that and the fact that the redhead was just that quick on his feet and lethal with whatever was at hand. And besides, he's a TURK, not an idiot. He's got back up copies somewhere by now. So he did the only thing that would help in this situation.
"Here's a thousand gil. It's for the pizza, you keeping your mouth shut, and your word that you'll come to me before you let anyone else bribe or blackmail you into sharing those photos."
"Deal, yo."
They didn't shake; if a TURK couldn't trust the word of another TURK without a visible sign, something was wrong. Instead, they sat down - well, Reno plopped down - on the couch, Reno put something on the TV, and they ate pizza until Zack had showered and joined them downstairs. All in all, a profitable set of circumstances all around.
When it came time for the redhead to leave, he turned around in front of the door. "Oh, by the way, boss-man. I know Zack won't have any trouble acting off his game tomorrow, yo, but you better slow things down more than usual too." Then he nodded and went out, whistling nonchalantly.
The thing about Reno that it paid most to remember was that, as long as he liked a person, he'd never lie to them unless he knew they'd see through it. Oh, he could dance verbal circles and evade questions like no other, but he wouldn't outright lie to someone he liked. He'd lie for them instead, which, from the sounds of it, he'd done at work today. And the redhead was an excellent liar when he really wanted to be.

When Tseng showed up for work the next day, moving a little slowly and seemingly with a worse temper than usual, no TURK was surprised. They didn't envy him having to babysit a drunken SOLDIER any more than they were sure he'd enjoyed it. Though that didn't stop Veld from summoning him to the office and dressing him down over missing a day. But Tseng figured that was just part of the price he had to pay and left it at that.
It didn't take long for things to cool down at ShinRa Headquarters. And it took even less time for things to catch on fire when Tseng got home at nights.

*Dirty mind... Dirty mind... XD Oh, that's delightful! An incredibly hot wet dream "come" true... *lmao*
**Inasmuch as any SOLDIER ever was.
***Suffice it to say, Genesis had inadvertently interrupted the test, and, stopping dead upon seeing his fellow General handcuffed and helpless, had immediately pulled out his phone and sent a text. To whom or for what reason, Tseng had only the suspicion that the third of the Trinity Generals was involved; he'd left but moments after Genesis started walking toward Angeal. When said test cuffs were later rediscovered, they were slightly melted and in pieces, with two distinctive glove prints on them. Neither belonged to Angeal.
****Anybody wanna bet it's the first time Tseng's had a pet?
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